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Behind Watson’s Hotel Elvis Watson, the CEO of Watson's Hotel, recently called out Lyra Villerio for her alleged bad behavior as a business partner. According to Watson, Villerio was only interested in taking over the hotel and did not consider the welfare of the staff. In a statement, Watson said, "Lyra Villerio has been a disruptive force in the hotel business. She has been trying to take over Watson's Hotel without considering the welfare of our staff. She is only interested in her own personal gain."

Ed hugged Lara and comforted in a gentle voice “It’s over… all over… I am here.” Wesley came back to his office with a spring in his steps. He knew Lara had him in her heart, all he had to do was wave and she would come flying. He sat down to review a few files. He couldn’t control his excitement. He wanted to take a look at the keepsakes of his exploits with her. He logged into his personal space to see a skeleton laughing before the writing appeared “I have devoured your space and this system. I will devour every system you access me from.” Wesley stared at his screen dumbfounded. He tried to close the window and access another… but nothing worked … the skeleton wandered from end of the sc

"Needless to say, it didn't go well." "Oh god," she said. "Did he stir up trouble?" "He tried, just before I tossed him out on his ass." Wes then turned and stretched an arm out to Jake. "I'm Wes. Come on in, and I'll fix you a drink." After shaking hands with Jake, Wes turned and walked back inside the cabin to the island in the middle where the bottle of bourbon waited. "Who is Jeremiah Prescott?" Jake asked as he followed the others inside. "Is he a local?"

Watson is now an adult, and while he does not believe the things he told earlier, it does not matter since he wants to save this piece of memories for himself. "Mr. Layer, hello sir," a voice from afar said, as a slim but powerful person approached. It turned out to be Haster Phin, the Naples crime investigation team's chief and Watson's employer. As soon as he spotted the father and his son strolling into the police dormitory, he approached to say hello "Have you traveled all the way here to see Watson? Don't be concerned; Watson is with us and will not be in any danger; he is also quite excited about his profession." "Don't be so polite, Haster; I'm not much older than you! Thank you for t

Wesley said softly. "Then stop being an asshole." "Then realize the CIA fired you and you need to move on." "What the fuck? I'm sitting here working. Why are you trying to start something? Don't you have something else to do?" She turned her laptop toward him, displaying the latest internet research on some cheating husband from Boca. Wesley stared at it a few times, then glanced away. He probably couldn't read the screen at that distance. Not that he would care about this case.

ALLISON. Wesley made true to his words. The next day, his cousin, Venice, came over to Colorado. It was around noon when she arrived and she didn’t even look tired from her long flight. As soon as she arrived, she promptly requested to see me so she could assess my condition. She was a practicing physical therapist, alright—and a professional one at that. Wesley mentioned that Venice was one of the official doctors in the Lockheart pack. I guess being doctors ran in their blood.

Watson is already waiting downstairs, seated behind the wheel. “I have bad news,” he says the moment I close the door. Letting my head fall back against the seat, I mutter, “Of course you do.” I reach for the seat belt, fingers clumsy for a second. “What is it now? What’s left?” Watson leans across, his arm brushing lightly against mine as he buckles the seat belt for me. The closeness is brief but grounding, deliberate, careful. “Your father’s bodyguard,” he begins. “Sam…”

“He was a big fan of the Matrix movie, which actually inspired his career path. So, he adopted the name for himself. Very weird guy, I must say. Weird, but smart” “Alright. I won’t trust him that much, but I would hold you responsible if things go south” “There’s nothing to be scared of. You have my words” “Okay then. Tell me more about this our mystery AnonyChris guy” “Yeah! I was coming to that. Turns out his name is Christopher Watkins. Does the name ring a bell?” “Chris…topher Watkins… Christo… Nah! I haven’t heard such before”

I was annoyed that Watson didn’t even give me the full five-minute break when he stepped into my office. Watson was the average height, in his early fifties, with black-grey hair and soft auburn eyes that contrasted his personality. He was in a suit, as expected, and I don’t think I have even seen him out of one. He had a grey circle beard and a pencil-thin mustache. His devil-may-care outlook was obvious from his thin black hair and tight shaved eyebrows. He had a concrete jaw and uplifted eyes that made him appear like a vicious cat.

“In return, may I know your full name?” I pursed my lips. “Barbara.” Justin waved his hand in front of my face. “That's only the first name. Incomplete!” I hold back the feeling of wanting to scratch his face. I said with teeth bluffing, “Barbara Alexander.” Someone cleared his throat. I lowered my arms and turned around. The wolf boy who was still grinning looked at me. His gaze fell towards Justin. “Get a date, Bro?” Justin snorted. I stared at the wolf-shifter boy with a disgusted expression.